The love of my life!

I have a confession to make. I am in love with TOMORROW.
Tomorrow is the family holiday.
Tomorrow is finishing the book gathering dust at bedside table.
Tomorrow is when I will make the call.
Tomorrow is when I will meet you.
Tomorrow is a day when dreams come true (including one in which I see myself sweating it out in the gym).
Tomorrow would be my first post.
In the mad rush of living everyday, running to make the most of life, squeezing seconds out of every minute, when I hit the bed at night, Tomorrow is Hope.
What is tomorrow for you?

Comments

  1. Jyotika9 September 2019 at 00:31

    Why are you in love with tomorrow? It never comes!

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    1. Anumeha9 September 2019 at 01:07

      Don't we always fall in love with what we can never have ;)

      However in this case, I am in love with tomorrow because it gives me hope that it's not over yet. I still have another day to get what I want.

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  2. Shveta9 September 2019 at 00:32

    Tommorow is the day when I will be regular in posting my blog 😁. Very well written!!

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  3. Vibs9 September 2019 at 08:49

    Lovely !! Very motivating .. specially the part that says... Tomorrow is Hope ! :)

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  4. Unknown1 April 2022 at 15:29

    Every Tomorrow is a new hope.

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